She'd barely caught her breath when she fell back on the pillow and this, Helen mused, was the absolute best part about being with Will. He made her feel, feel so much more than she'd felt in almost a century, and as confident and as amazing a woman as she knew she was, he still made her nervous as a schoolgirl ( Read more... )

Helen actually hadn't drunk very much at St. Patrick's Day, considering she was English and wasn't particularly inclined to get overly excited about an Irish holiday but Will had seemed very into the idea both of celebrating the holiday and getting pleasantly buzzed. Helen was inclined to let him; he'd taken care of her drunk more than once, after ( Read more... )

It had taken a minor amount of running around but Helen managed to slip Will an invitation to a birthday celebration, of sorts, in her hut after his classes and work was done for the evening. It had been a simple note (Happy Birthday, Darling. My place. Seven PM) but it had gotten the point across which was all that was necessary. That done, ( Read more... )

Helen still hadn't wrapped her head around the idea of mortality which she found strange; she'd spent much of her adult life praying for a natural lifespan. Still, she'd wanted a natural lifespan, not one cut short by a violent illness. Compounding matters was John's return, Nikola's insistence on helping with the map and Adam turning up when he ( Read more... )

Helen had spent the past two weeks falling more and more in love with Will Zimmerman no matter how stupid a course of action that would prove to be. He was kind and gentle, patient and loving and she was a bloody fool for having gotten attached. No matter. She had to send him back and today was the day. Come midnight, she and Nikola would take ( Read more... )

She hadn't meant to fall asleep. She'd been reading, a little, and then playing a game, and then she pushed the laptop beside her and stretched out on the bed, sleep falling over her ( Read more... )

The new year was always a cause for celebration and while Helen would have preferred for it to be held within the walls of her sanctuary and surrounded by family and friends, she couldn't entirely be upset with dancing with Will while wearing a gorgeous gown and being kissed at midnight to ring in the new year. She hadn't entirely expected it to ( Read more... )

Seeing as how Will was firmly in her era for the next two weeks and Father had left bright and early in search of Abnormals in India, Helen thought it best that they take advantage of the time they had and experience some of the things that made Christmas special in London. It was bitterly cold, which meant James had been around less than he ( Read more... )

Helen was still reeling from the revelation that her father had seen Will when he'd been between life and death and had given him a message for her. Cryptic, which was like her father, and telling that he'd come to Will to give that message and nobody else. She didn't know if Gregory Magnus was alive or dead but even still, she thought his choice ( Read more... )

Helen had come to Will's office to formally remove him from the mission list and informally discuss her concerns about his lack of sleep and the effect on his body. He was exhausted, needed rest and needed to take medication in spite of the fact that he was opposed to it in any situation. She'd hoped she could talk some sense into him and in ( Read more... )